freeheart story four: sunday

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There is no three.

 

4 days ago,

'III' past,

two worlds,

one line.

 

Fear.

Is a word.

Love

Is an Action.

 

Choice is no different

to me.

Than to You.

 

I takes everything

we are, each

Melody in every

Skye, only Love,

in My Heart.

 

Each day,

Each occurrence,

Any nuance,

same, connected.

 

Freedom:

Is not where we

look. freeheart

is Blind.

 

I am as human

as the innocent

babe. I suggest

we all are.

 

How can I help?

Is not That

which is in front of us?

 

Polite Words,

still not my Heart.

The Heart wants more,

and so shall receive.

 

Locked in each of

us, Fear.

Each of us to

Unlock.

Kali calls Time.

 

Even Now,

I see Her Work.

Can you see Yours?

 

 

****

 

 

Part IV:

 

 

Theirs is a Grace.

She awaits us.

 

Patient, like the

Mother,

 

Humble, as the

swift mourning Dove.

 

Each in turn,

One by One.

 

It is afternoon,

I have read the morning's

posts, Melody, skye, dave.

A letter from poet Gen.

 

I sit in underwear and

my unpaid for NDS gray

tee-shirt,

Caught Between:

half typing

these word's,

half living

them.

 

My most Glorious Wife,

now in the bedroom, and

my Youngest Son, John Lucas,

the two of them cooing,

in Tiger Tones like wild

monkeys.

 

The light in my Heart,

at this moment, is Greatest,

connected, in Family, with

you all.

 

I am simply attempting

to speak about my life.

No witty metaphors,

No stain upon the

Word.

 

I am a carpenter,

twice married,

many children

around that I

Love.

 

I do dream of

Being God.

 

My Heart explodes

at That.

 

And if It was for

me, as I have said here...

 

I would not leave

my family.

 

I would not leave

my Heart.

 

The 'call' Roars,

Such Thunderous Falls

Niagara, walking

underneath.

 

One foot on a wet

wooden gangplank,

a thin railing

resisting sure Death.

 

Do not understand Him,

Run when you see His face!

> If you see him walking, there's

> only one thing to do -

> Immediately walk on -- whenever

> he's spotted, the road is clear.

What do these words mean,

to us?

 

Tiger Roars!

 

Did you hear It?

 

Who even cares?

 

In all this verbiage,

present, i only wish

to share my real story.

Who could do any more,

than to be Present,

amongst such Ones?

 

I would bore my wise friends,

by going on about

how difficult it is

to write presently.

 

Yet fully taken by this Love,

how could I Not?

 

 

 

 

Asking permission in

this particular Venue,

is redundant.

We are Mostly All Here.

Lablelessly Here.:-)

 

The Teacher is always

present.

 

The Fountain constantly

re-orders itself.

 

The Youth hold the Promise,

of their Elders.

 

We are.

 

 

 

*Enough for now, love,

freeheart/ eric/ ...tom smith,

makes no difference!

 

 

beautiful sunday,

here in the midwest :-)